She ran this way and he was sure he would catch her with his shells, he just hoped the blast wouldn't damage the coat too much even though he was an excellent sewer, finally he received a clue in one of his abandoned shacks creaking and the birds being disturbed once more. The Hunter could only let loose once his quarry was visible, before that, he needed to be patient and he scanned the ravine along the trail with his flashlight, seeing nothing but dirt and rocks before he moved on, he had no doubt he was following her trail. That Tigress was a deadly hunter herself but she could have no idea how well he knew this Wilderness, it was his hunting ground and she would wind up either caught by his traps or with a hole blown through her like so many others but he needed to be cautious. That coat was the finest thing he had seen in his Wilderness and he would be damned if he passed up an opportunity to make that into his crowning trophy, his rapid footsteps were practically running before he calmed himself into a march after reloading, no point in getting ahead of himself. It was a bird flying away with a distressed cry that alerted The Hunter to the beast lurking in the nearby grass, he instinctively fired both barrels but in his eagerness, he missed and the creature went bounding off but not before he saw her coat and completely forgot about the other bodies. Yes, the Tigress had made up her mind and began to creep up as slowly as possible, it might have been seconds or minutes but she was as careful as she could be crawling through the grass, getting to just the right distance to pounce, practically salivating. That could make this difficult but perhaps if she waited, he would leave and she could consume meat to her heart's content but then again, the smells weren't that promising to show there was anything edible and she could take out her anger on one of the humans responsible for her condition. Yet the Champawat maneater wasn't the only one who was observing the feast practically laid out for her, a human ran his eyes across the perfectly good meat just left for the flies and she felt a sensation of rage at how this.Hunter as she recognized the firearm he carried. Now she crept through the underbrush, following the scent of decaying flesh like a shining beacon, it would have to do for now to satiate her growling stomach, there had to be some parts she could pick out and eat, she just had to get a bit closer to the food. The Champawat Tigress had claimed many of those odd creatures as prey, it was simply an easy matter to catch them, her agony from the gunshots hardly served as motivation although perhaps to even her instinctive mind, the thought arose and made her feel some justification for the effortless kills. Those two things near constantly flowed through the big cat's mind as she stalked through The Wilderness, ever cautious to avoid another shot like the one that broke her teeth and what others tried to hit her with but she would not be killed so easily. He could see the nets were filled with bodies, just as he liked it, the lesser stock could rot as the flies buzzed around their flawed flesh, he only took the best back to his workshop, a fact punctuated by the young girl sitting emaciated and dead in a nearby cage, not up to his high standards. The Hunter's heavy breath clouded his vision somewhat and yet, it also showed his excitement for new taxidermy models, the product of a successful hunt and while he enjoyed doing things personally, the traps let him put his all into his other work. The Wilderness was calm tonight as a lone man took the trek to inspect his traps for any prey, double-barreled shotgun in hand but he had no use for it at the moment, his lantern-style flashlight revealing him to be completely alone for the time being, just as he liked it. Ultimately the Hunter would chase down Mono after he freed Six and tried to escape with her, pursuing them all the way to a shack in the woods with a spare shotgun inside and being blasted by the duo, seemingly killed by his latest attempted victims.īattle vs. His use of a variety of traps including bear traps and nets enabled him to catch many people for his work and his house is littered with his trophies and tools along with his double-barreled shotgun and lantern-style flashlight proving useful for direct hunts. It's unknown whether the televisions that appear to have driven the Pale City's residents mad affected him as well or he just decided to start hunting down humans of his own will, collecting their bodies for taxidermy or just leaving them to waste away. The Hunter lives in the secluded from civilization by a large body of water Wilderness of Little Nightmares 2 and appears to have lived off the land by killing wildlife for food and to indulge in his taxidermy hobby.
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